THE PICNIC BY THE OCEAN
The Octopus offers me one of his
three hearts,
briar and holly for friendship in
the second and third,
saved for times of longing, times
of loss.
A strange romance, I admit—
Friends would never approve or
believe,
yet he was untouched by human
hands.
How can we say this is not a
source of wonder—
“Who will sing my song, if not
you?” he asked.
“Who will dream of me, as I lay
under the stillness of water?”
Even an Octopus can be eloquent,
and then again,
as we know, enormous need can
become power.
What am I supposed to do now?
I stand by the water,
my woolen dress unraveling in the
waves.
--Grace
Cavalieri
Grace Cavalieri's new book is Other Voices, Other Lives (Alan Squire
Publisher.) She celebrates 41 years on public radio with "The Poet and the
Poem" now from the Library Of Congress.Her play "Quilting The
Sun," which premiered at the Smithsonian Institution, will see a 2019
production.
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